Romance Sonánmbulo Because they are, child, your eyes...
Green, that I want you green. Because they are,[child], your eyes
Green wind. Green branches. green like the sea, you complain;
The ship out on the sea green are the nayads',
and the horse on the mountain. green were Minerva's,
and green are the [pupil's] eyes
With the shadow on her waist of the houris of the prophet.
she dreams on her[balcony] rail(ings), Green is the finery and adornment
green flesh, her hair green, of the forest in spring;
(with)[and her] eyes of cold silver. among its seven colors,
brilliantly the rainbow flaunts it.
Green, that I want you green.
Under the gypsy moon, Emeralds are green,
[all]the things are watching her green is the color of hope,
but she cannot see them. the waves of the ocean,
and the laurel of the poets.